Page 22 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

Hilary maneuvered around Kat toward Damian and stuck out her hand. “Hi. I’m Hilary, Kat’s sister.”

Damian shook the woman’s hand, enjoying their interaction a little too much. “Damian. Nice to meet you.”

Kat’s expression soured. “Did you drive my car?”

Hilary shrugged. “Yep. Didn’t think you’d mind.” She glanced around the small room. “Have you taken him in back yet?”

Kat’s shoulders slumped. “No.”

“Great. I’ll tag along. I always love watching people look at the world’s largest ball of lint for the first time.”

Damian held in a chuckle. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but having Kat’s sister around was proving to be hilarious. Hilary grabbed his arm and tugged him toward the back. “Kat tells me you’re from New York. What’s that like?”

“Wonderful. There are shops there that do nothing but make brilliant coffee.”

Kat snorted, and Hilary gave her sister a scowl. She turned back to him. “Sounds lovely.”

They approached a massive mound of what looked like different colors of dryer lint mashed together to almost form a ball, but not quite. It was too saggy. There was a burgundy velvet rope surrounding the mess, as if they expected a crowd soon and wanted to keep the giant ball of lint from being harmed.

Damian stared at it, trying to think of something to say. “Well. That’s one big ball of lint.”

Kat and Hilary dissolved into giggles. Hilary patted his arm. “Okay, now that you’ve seen that, you are probably wondering what else Pleasant Hollow could offer. Let me tell you, we have our own historic movie theater that opened in 1956. It’s worth the experience to go.”

Kat folded her arms. “I was going to take him to Livin’ on a Spare.”

“Oh, yes. That’s good too.” Hilary turned to him. “Do you bowl?”

Damian took a step back from her. Bowling? Not really his thing. “No.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll let you use the bumpers.” Kat snickered as she left the room.

Damian followed after her. “I don’t even know what that means.”

She turned around by the display of pocket lint. “I know. And that’s why we must do it. Come on, it will be fun.” She gave him one of her sweet smiles that looked like she’d just figured out a way to kill him in his sleep.

Hilary came between them. “Yeah, just some harmless fun.”

He shook his head. “No, thank you.”

“They sell beer,” Kat said.

“I’m more of a sherry drinker.”

“Of course you are,” Kat said under her breath. “Maybe you’d rather stay here?”

Damian glanced around at the different displays. What was he doing? Did he really want to spend the rest of the day looking at lint or eating stale Doritos in his hotel room? He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “All right. Fine. You win. Let’s go bowling.”

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Kat struggled to keep her composure as Damian slipped his feet into the ugly cream and brown bowling shoes. He made a face. “Do I have to wear these?”

“Yep. Don’t worry. Everyone’s wearing them so you don’t look funny.” That so wasn’t true. He looked funny. But only because in her mind’s eye she saw him standing in Dale’s ordering a double-short low-fat whatever specialty coffee, turning his nose up at what she’d made.

He stood and picked up the bowling ball. “Is this our lane?”

“Yep.” Kat exchanged a look with Hilary. Oh, this was going to be good.

Damian nodded and took a step. He watched a twelve-year-old girl in the lane next to him as she released her ball. She knocked down five pins. Damian mimicked her moves, lowering his arm and throwing his ball as she had done. It slid off the lane and went into the gutter.

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